Fernando Cavazzini was born in Reggio Emilia on 23 September 1923. On 25 July 1943 he took part in public demonstrations in Reggio Emilia, demanding peace and celebrating the fall of the fascist regime. From then on he was involved in the antifascist struggle. After the 8th of September 1943 he assisted soldiers by providing them with plain clothes and helping them to flee. He later became a partisan and left for the mountains, joining the 26th Garibaldi Brigade »Enzo Bagnoli«. His battle name was »Tony«. He took part in the battle of Cerrè Sologno, in the Appennini mountains near Reggio, one of the most significant battles between the partisans of the mountains and fascists and Germans. He later became the head of a sapper unit called »Demonio«, that had to mine and blow up all the bridges in the Province of Reggio. After the war, he was awarded a Bronze Medal for Military Valour.

01 Presentation: family, church, work

My name is Fernando Cavazzini, partisan Toni. I was born in Reggio Emilia, in the hamlet of Villa Cella, on the 23rd of September 1923. My father was a cobbler, just like his father. My mother was a housewife and at times a day-labourer. I had an older brother, who was born in 1915. He was also a cobbler. My sister Margherita worked as a day-labourer or in the rice-fields. Another sister was a dress-maker. My father was an antifascist, although he wasn’t really organized in the antifascist movement. Nobody in my family was a fascist, but they weren’t organized, apart from me. I was in “Azione Cattolica” (Catholic Action). When I was twelve, Don Luca Pallai, who was Villa Cella’s parish priest and later also joined the Resistance, kept pressing my parents to send me to study to become a priest. I believed in God and lived by the church. I was the only one of our family who went to church. I finished elementary school and went to work when I was twelve. However, when I was just a little older than 14, my father and the bailiff had a small dispute, so I got fired and was left unemployed. I went to the employment agency to get a job at the Reggiane mechanical plant. They kept telling me to come back the following month. But every morning for the following forty days, I turned up at the employment agency before they opened. I guess I wore them out, because one morning they finally told me to come inside. They were going to let me work at the Reggiane. The Reggiane mechanical plant was the most important weapon factory in the whole region. Quite frankly, I was a catholic and went to church. For me it was all about this, work and church. I had never been interested in politics. Even at the time of the laws against the Jews, I didn’t follow the issue much. I was a passionate worker. I was even doing research to increase production.

02 Toni starts antifascist activities

Fascist propaganda was telling us the communists in Spain had raped and stabbed to death some nuns, so I really didn’t like communism much. Then what happened? It was 1943, the war was starting, people were talking about our retreats in Russia and in Northern Africa, the bombings, etc. In spring 1943, strikes began at the Reggiane plant. Not in my department or in the tooling department, where some of my friends were arrested. From then on I started some soul-searching: what was I really doing? I was working day and night to boost production for the war, while war killed people. I was shocked. From that moment on I tried to get in contact with the antifascists, but it was impossible. It was already the summer of ’43 when I went to Sassuolo to visit a friend. I knew him as an antifascist, hoping he could help me to become part of the movement. He told me he couldn’t, since he was indeed an antifascist but he wasn’t organized. There was another comrade in my department who I was friend with, his name was Armando Grassi from Gattaglio. I told him I wanted to be involved and I finally convinced him. He put me in touch with a guy called Corradini, whose name I actually found out only after the war, and that he was from Cavazzoli. From then on I became active in the underground movement. At the beginning I didn’t do much. I really started after the fall of Mussolini, on the 8th of September. After that we really began to look for weapons. I lived 500 meters away from the rail tracks. Nearly our whole Azione Cattolica group started to go there to slow the trains down before they arrived in Reggio. The soldiers on the train got off before the train left again. We took them to the rectory. We dressed some in plain clothes, others as priests. I dressed as an acolyte, since I was 19 but looked younger. I remember bringing a guy called Catellani all the way home to Sesso. He worked at the Reggiane. I took them to Rivalta. Then they could move on alone. I had an exemption from the military and went on working at the Reggiane until December. Then I received another call-up card. I know the Germans immediately occupied the most relevant spots in the city, the city hall, the Zucchi barracks, the Cialdini barracks. They also plundered the city. I remember that my wife lived in Coviolo. Some Germans arrived in her courtyard with hens, rabbits, and were laughing when they arrested the soldiers who had surrendered. You have to remember that the Germans arrested and sent to Germany more than 600,000 soldiers on the 8th of September.

03 Joining partisans: Who is the enemy?

It’s quite normal that after these episodes I decided to become involved in the Resistance. I lied a little bit to my comrades, since I told them I couldn’t stay at home anymore and wanted to go to the mountains. I insisted heavily. I finally left. It was the beginning of March. We knew that there was a partisan unit in the mountains. My friend Cocchi and I were the ones in charge, Ugo Veronesi. We gathered a few more, leaving in a group of seven. Fascism was responsible for this. Fascism had set up an alliance with the Germans and had wanted war by all means: the war in Spain, the war in Ethiopia, the occupation of Albania, the last war. We despised the fascists more than the Germans. Although the Germans were responsible for brutalities, the fascists weren’t any better. It was time to stop this war. I started feeling this, searching my conscience. I might have even seemed responsible, and somehow I was, given my job, given the fact that I was producing weapons. I felt a bit guilty, an accomplice in all this. That’s why we were trying to go to the mountains to fight the Germans and the fascists, with such a drive you couldn’t even imagine.

04 Partisans clothes; battle names

Partisans were dressed in normal clothes, wore a little bit of everything. They were sort of ragged, because there really wasn’t any organization yet. They were they first ones. They had already fought in the area of Modena and Reggio. They had already disarmed a few garrisons, but they didn’t have spare clothes or supplies. They were carrying everything they had on their shoulders. No uniforms. As an example, I was wearing civilian clothes when I left for the mountains. I had on this black coat my sister had made for me. Later I left it in Cerrè Sologno, because it was snowing; you could be spotted from miles away. We used battle names and nothing else. The real names were collected and then taken to Carpineti, where one of our comrades kept them hidden. He had all the names of our brigade, and later also of the 26th brigade lead by Luigi. He and his wife had been ordered not to expose themselves too much. For example, I was known as Toni, but he had my full name, my address. If the Germans took control of this, it would have been a disaster. They had found a cave with many hollows. We hid our names there. Nobody found them. “What battle name would you like?” - “Any name is alright for me” - “Is Toni ok?” - “Yes, Toni is good”. Many comrades opted for battle names like Lupo (wolf), Polvere (dust), others used their girlfriends’ names. A friend of mine had a girlfriend called Leda, so he chose Ledo for himself.

05 The battle of Cerré Sologno

Luigi was supposed to go with 30 men to blow up the Gatta Bridge and disarm the garrison guarding it. The rest of the group had to go to Ligonchio and neutralize the garrison counting something like 20 or 25 fascists. So we left. We didn’t even have dinner because we had marched for a long time to make it to Santonio. We didn’t stop. Half way between Santonio and Ligonchio, in Cerrè Sologno, at seven in the morning, we couldn’t move any further during the day because the German reconnaissance airplanes were flying over the area and would have spotted us. So we stopped in Cerrè to rest, planning to get moving again in the evening and reach Ligonchio. At eight one of our sentinels fired a shot and the Germans were there. We were at south east, taking control of the first houses. The Germans were coming from the west, and lined up to the west and north. In some cases fascists, Germans and partisans were mixed up in the same house. I remember this partisan who was in a house when the door opened and in came a German. They were both aiming their gun at each other, until the German walked back without shooting. If he had, they both would have died. Then what happened? The battle had started 15-20 minutes before and our commander Miro was hurt badly. Barbolini too, who was the commander of those from Modena. After that Eros took charge. But one of the machine guns we had, the French St.Etienne, had the wrong ammunition. It didn’t fire one shot. The other one, a Breda, worked properly, but had been placed in an open spot, since we had to do everything in a hurry. After the first shot was fired, a German with a rifle and binoculars shot him in the middle of the head and killed him. So that machine gun was useless. We were badly equipped, while they were really highly armed. Around 10:30 or 11, I was in the highest position in Cerrè Sologno, right in front of the spot where today you can find the monument of our fallen. I was with Viktor, a Russian who had a machine gun that had been taken from a fascist by the women in Montecavolo. That was the only machine gun we had. Then there was also one of my comrades from Cella. It was four of us there. I could overlook the whole main street of Cerrè Sologno. This young man was walking towards us with a gun. As he realized he had 3 or 4 guns aimed at him, he raised his hands and dropped his gun. We told him to come forward, then we arrested him, questioned him for some news, and took him to the command. There we saw Barbolini’s sister, Sonia, who was desperate. Our wounded men had already been taken there. She told us that a German unit from Cinque Cerri was on its way. If that company made it over there, it would have been a slaughtering for us. We didn’t have enough cover to draw back since the mountain behind us had more than a meter of snow. If we withdrew like that they would have shot us. It was almost noon at that point, and it wasn’t clear if we were winning or losing the battle. Then the fascists started singing “Battaglione”. “Battaglioni” was a song which read: “Battalions of the Duce, death squads, created for life, in spring we’ll take part in the battle of Mussolini, brave troops…” They sang for 5 or 10 minutes. After a while our side was singing “Bandiera rossa”: “Bandiera rossa, let’s go, at arms, etc.” I was really surprised because I didn’t even know these songs, not even “Bandiera rossa”. What happened next? The fascists had found out that there was a column of people coming. They thought it was Germans or fascists but it was our own people. It was Luigi, who had been informed about the battle in Cerrè after he had disarmed the fascists in Gatta. He decided to make an effort to sneak up behind the Germans. After he arrived we took control to the north, south and east. The Germans could only make it towards the west, but at that point they disbanded. Some ran away, 22 surrendered. The battle ended at around two in the afternoon. Ten Germans had died, along with many wounded, and we had 22 prisoners who had surrendered. On our side there were seven casualties and eleven wounded. It was one of the heaviest battles during the whole Resistance.

06 Without fear; trust in the partisans

Quite frankly, I didn’t feel in danger because I hadn’t been in the military. I also had a lot of trust in the partisans. I found myself in that house with this Russian, who was a captain and was smoking cigarettes with ease. So I was in no doubt that things would go well. I didn’t even think I could be killed, that was the problem: I trusted the partisans and was really calm. Afterwards, by the time things had changed and I also had military functions, I would have been more prepared in assessing danger. In that case, we were in that house and that was it. We were there because it was a strategic spot and we could not give it up.

07 First allied air-drop

We heard there was an airplane flying back and forth. So we made a triangle with three stacks of fascines. That was the code word, and we set in on fire. The airplane was flying in a large circle of quite a few kilometres. When they noticed the triangle they launched the parachute. It was a remarkable air-drop. Afterwards the comrades from Modena came to us saying they wanted the weapons. We shared the guns with them, since there were 130-140 machine guns. We were only around forty or fifty and had more than we needed. From that day, the air-drops continued.

08 Saboteurs; German mob-up in July 1944

I attended a course for saboteurs. I think we were five. The Allies were air-dropping explosives the whole time. Nobody knew how to use them. One day they also parachuted a saboteur to teach us. Our duty was to blow up bridges, railway tracks and the like. He taught us how to handle explosives, how to make mines, how to blow up railway tracks, how to blow up a road, or a military column. After we practiced a bit I think we were much better than our instructor. They were trained recklessly; they were taught the most important things and then dropped in the partisan areas. We started from scratch but were also trying to improve our military expertise. As an example, it took us one and a half hours to blow up a bridge on road 63, as it was made of stones. We changed our method and were able to do it in fifteen minutes. In July, when the great mop-up took place, there were just two or three of us sappers. We were scattered around because the battle started at four in the morning, and by the evening the whole partisan area had been occupied by the Germans. We were in Carpineti and we reached Costabona. The whole village was on fire. The Germans had set the village on fire as well as the crop and the wheat on the fields. It was really a depressing view. There were around thirty of us of the Bedeschi detachment, yet unhurt. There was also one of the detachments from Modena who had been joining forces with us at the beginning. We gathered in Costabona, determined to fight the Germans, who had occupied the whole area. (I was looking at the map the other day). It was difficult for us to get moving during the night. “Let’s stay here, we’ll carry out our resistance tomorrow”. We also had a mortar, but before we could do anything we had to blow up the Secchiello Bridge. I went down on one side to be safe and then made it under the bridge. The Germans were already on the Secchiello bridge. It was also quite a hard bridge to blow up. I took advantage of the confusion, went under the bridge and set the mines. The bridge was made of iron, but there was a rock, quiet high. I lit the fuse and jumped off. It was a question of seconds. However the Germans heard some noise when I lit the fuse.They shot some rockets. I had jumped right away and hid behind the rock. My comrades already knew that they would have to shoot when the Germans fired to give me a chance to draw back. There was really a significant gunfight between us and them. I slowly drew away, unhurt. The following morning the Germans tried to reach Costabona twice, but we pushed them back. There were oak-trees, and we stood there with our machine guns, forcing them to retreat. They had machine guns, armoured cars. We had blown up the bridge so they couldn’t get through with armoured vehicles. If it had been a question of energy, we could have succeeded, but we could do nothing against heavy artillery, ourselves having none. At night we moved and slowly reached the saw-mill over Civago and stayed there the whole day. We got there before dawn. The following night we walked through the Passone, next to the Cusna, and made it to the area of the Cesare Battisti refuge, which had already been completely burnt down. We stayed in that area for twelve days. It rained often and we had nothing to cover ourselves with. I had been lucky since I was assigned to go to Ligonchio with another comrade to gather information on the Germans’ movements and get some supplies to carry back up. I would head up every night with bread, cheese, carrying the news, too. Finally, after a few days, the Germans left...

09 Building up of „Fiamme Verdi“ brigades

From the day of the first air-drop to the end of July we increased from around fifty to more than a thousand men. There just wasn’t enough time to organize ourselves. For example they set up a detachment and position it in an area, without knowing who these partisans were. That was a problem. They decided to set up a unit called “Fiamme Verdi” (green flames), and went around asking for people to join them. They asked me, too, since I was a catholic. I didn’t go since I liked being with the “Garibaldini”. That day, the Fiamme Verdi brigade was formed, with Don Carlo as commander and, later on, my dear friend Aldo Dall’Aglio second-in-command. He died on the Prampa on the 10th of January after the mop-up of the 7th. He had also asked me to join them. Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t go, since all those who were second-in-command or in other positions in the “Fiamme Verdi” died in battle.

10 Training a group of sappers

The ones I was working with weren't trained. Once, they were on guard duty and an accidental burst of fire occurred. They fled, leaving me alone. So I told myself I had to form a group of sappers under my command. I went to put forward my idea at the headquarters of the 26th Brigade, and I told Luigi: “Listen, I want to set up a team of sappers, I can train them”. We would have been under direct orders of the Brigade. The headquarters agreed, so I trained this group. We were able to take care of three or four actions at a time in a group of 12 men. At the same time we reduced the risk, unfortunately some of us got killed at times. If I was killed there would have been nobody left. We did the course and it was successful.

11 It was hard to forgive…

We were all between 15 and 28 years old. A boy called Francia wasn’t even fifteen. Another one from Guastalla, who’s still alive, was seventeen, the others were around 20-21 years old. There was one of us who was 28, who was married and father of a one-year old child. They arrested his wife, then they tortured her and raped her. From this story one can understand what happened after the war. Some felt they had to get vengeance for all the brutality of the fascists and the Germans. I’ve never agreed with retaliation: once the war is over everything is over. On the other hand, we have to put ourselves in the shoes of those partisans, or even civilians, who had to bear these episodes: It’s hard to caress your torturer’s cheek when you meet him after the war. We must understand what happened during the war. These brutalities affected us too. These slaughters and the violence were something terrible for us. Although I was a member of Azione Cattolica, I believed in the values of forgiveness and of similar principles, it was hard for me, too.

12 Liberation of Reggio Emilia

After we had blown up the bridges we were to go to Reggio with our unit, to the “Buco del Signore” district, to find out what the situation was. At 8 the 26th Brigade would arrive to enter the city. My duty was to blow up the bridges to stop the Germans, then leave on the 24th and reach Buco del Signore. We blew up all the bridges. At 5 in the evening I was there with my unit. I had left the mountains, a lovely family, and we were all crying for our separation… The brigade arrived at 8. At 10 we headed out and Luigi ordered me to place myself at the head of the brigade to monitor the situation and proceed slowly to avoid mines or traps. We entered the city slowly and arrived at the San Pietro gate. We crossed the ring road and there was an Allied column on the road: they were eating - we didn’t know what that was, chewing gum - and you couldn’t hear them walking by as they had rubber under their shoes, while we made so much noise. We went in from San Pietro and reached the centre. Then we set up some outposts. I went to eat with my unit and others in a restaurant in Prampolini Square, where we had… a thin soup. We were poisoned by all the cheese we had been eating. We had eaten cheese and bread or bread and butter for months, even though I was luckier since I was always moving around, on the hills, in the lowlands. We would be eating with the families then, and that meant enjoying a totally different meal. During the night we set up an outpost in Santo Stefano, with our headquarters at Pecorari’s, a bicycle producer. The following morning I told the others I had to leave for a couple of hours to go to the central headquarters. It was a lie. I went to visit an uncle who lived close by, borrowed a bicycle and went home. Near the Via Emilia, they had known about the Liberation before. When I arrived at home, in Cella, it was 9:30 or 10, and they had just found out. I was one of the first partisans who had come back. It was a disaster. I couldn’t stop crying since I had always been very sensitive. My father was telling people to let me go: “He didn’t die in the mountains, do you want him to die here?” Afterwards I went to the well, washed my face with some cold water and straightened myself up, then went back to Reggio. By then all the young girls in Cella had formed a column and were walking towards Reggio to march into town. They arrived in Reggio, together with those from Pieve Modolena, Cavazzoli, etc. They had formed an endless column. They reached Santo Stefano, where the order was not to go into town since there were snipers shooting. At the time of the Liberation, the partisans changed the road signs on the Via Emilia, so that the Germans headed towards the lowlands instead of Milan. There they found all the bridges blown up. It was a nightmare for them, until they made it to Boretto. With difficulty they had to leave thousands of tanks, horses, other things, an incredible haul. Few or none of the Germans made it across the Po river. The Resistance for me was just like going to university. I learned to feel confident throughout my whole life, and never felt uncomfortable again. That’s why I set up the cooperative although everybody was against the idea. Consorzio, Federcoop laughed at me: “What are you setting up the cooperative for? You wouldn’t be able to lead a cooperative even if the times were different”. I replied: “You don’t understand. I took part in the Resistance and I learned a lot from it. We did things you wouldn’t even imagine”.

The Resistance for me was just like going to university. I learned to feel confident throughout my whole life.